What’s going on? Yan Jiang, who didn’t knowing the situation of Yan Luo’s body at the moment, was slightly stunned
When he finally reacted, Xiuyin’s people had already surrounded him.
Watching Xiuyin holding Yan Luo and ignored him, as if Xiuyin was about to leave, Yan Jiang became angry. He immediately blocked the approaching attackers, looked at Xiuyin with a cold face, and said, “What happened to Luoluo? What did you do to her?”
Xiuyin’s footsteps paused slightly, turned around, his gaze cold and condensed. Although he was only fifteen or sixteen years old, he exuded a powerful oppressive force.
“What you should be concerned about now is not this, but praying that nothing unexpected would happen to Luoluo because of your foolish actions.”
Xiuyin’s voice was not the clear and bright voice of a young boy as usual; it sounded somewhat deep and hoarse due to the suppressed anger.
“And… the nickname ‘Luoluo’…” The sword in Xiuyin’s hand had long been thrown away as he was afraid of accidentally hurting Yan Luo. He lowered his gaze, gently brushed aside the strands of hair on Yan Luo’s forehead, revealing her pale and delicate face. “Only I can call her that.”
Since he admitted that he couldn’t let go, then he wouldn’t let go. Since he understood that he couldn’t let go, he wouldn’t deceive himself anymore.
Since it should be in his hands, even if for a limited time, he wouldn’t let it slip away easily again.
Yan Jiang, who also had different emotions towards Yan Luo, was slightly startled. He could sense the emotions from Xiuyin’s words, and his eyes darkened.
He had considered that Yan Luo might have subconsciously avoided him and ended up here, where she met someone who could be her support and didn’t want to leave. He had also considered other possible reasons, but he never thought…
Looking at the emotions in the eyes of that man, Yan Jiang’s body tensed slightly. If that was the case, then his current situation might be dangerous. According to the current situation, this Xiuyin was not someone to be trifled with.
Indeed, Yan Luo was so good, so beautiful, so lovely. It was understandable that others might fall for her. The petite girl always followed him, calling him ‘Brother’ in a soft and tender voice. But why couldn’t this cute and beautiful girl who grew up with him, be his?
The situation was worse than he had imagined. Yan Jiang had never expected that Xiuyin had such strength and had made such preparations. In the end, he had to give up the idea of bringing Yan Luo back. He left the palace with his subordinates at a rather painful cost.
Thus, the enmity between the two countries was established.
Xiuyin silently watched the doctors examining Yan Luo while standing not far away. When he learned about what Yan Jiang did, he just chuckled softly. Clearly, he didn’t want to dwell on it any longer, and the person who reported the situation understood his mood and withdrew.
In the vast space, only Yan Luo lying on the bed, Xiuyin, and the sweaty old doctor remained.
After looking and frowning, the old doctor couldn’t help wiping the sweat beads on his forehead, respectfully stood up, and looked at Xiuyin behind him, who seemed mild but was actually quite unpredictable. He carefully considered his words.
“Speak directly if you have anything to say.” Xiuyin’s voice was slightly cold. He walked to the bedside of Yan Luo, his fingers touching the soft lips that had lost their rosy color. His gaze showed no emotions.
“Your Majesty… Princess Yan Luo’s body was originally in a state of decline.”